"Please, don't bother me for a ghadi." requested Ishit to Karuvaki. He cast a shield around him, silencing all the bluster. The keepers of the stadium carried away unconscious Narang. The crier called out the contenders of second matches.
"Guha of Minaak, Kovid of Ooty."
"What do you mean by 'don't bother me? It's you who is bothering me." Karuvaki snapped at him, "what the hell are you doing?" Her almond eyes widened as she sensed the spirit shield, condensing around them.
"I have to do Anulom Vilom," replied Ishit, regrating that he couldn't watch Guha's fighting.
"What Lom- Lom!"
"It's Anulom Vilom not Lom-lom. A breathing exercise to relax one's mind. Now be quiet." Ishit's throbbing eye was making it difficult even to speak. He regretted not being able to watch Guha's match.
"Ok!" Maybe she could feel Ishit was not feeling well, Karuvaki agreed.
